MY GOD IS THE GOD OF TITS AND WINE.

The lord of light wants his enemies burned.
The drowned god wants them drowned.
Why are all the gods such vicious cunts?
Where is the god of tits and wine?

  

After an afternoon of love making with my beautiful wife

We lay naked in bed together cooled by a breeze from the ceiling fan.

She is snuggled up to me and her breathing is shallow and relaxed

But I lie awake – I can’t sleep – my mind moves from pointless image to pointless image.

Though age does not necessarily make me wiser it has sharpened my focus.

I no longer plan for some distant future; I no longer trouble myself by things I can’t effect.

I have distilled my life to the basics with a goal to enjoy what I can.

Does that sound egocentric?  We are born alone and we die alone – what happens in between is tainted by want, lust and striving for achievement.  Petty goals and acquired possessions drive us – work and obligations to others fill our days.  Our ideas of pleasure are hurried, hollow and contrived, and ego drives our waking moments. 

Our time here on earth is short, and mine is drastically shorter. 

Careers, adventures and love affairs – politics, wars and social issues now all take a backward step in urgency.

Here on earth – the now is what I have; and before the sickness, the aches and pains and rot that will take me away I owe it to myself to enjoy this and every day.   Our lives can still have meaning in the things that bring us pleasure. 

We can make the departing more acceptable by the things we do each day.

See friends when they are companionable and family when they are loving, but avoid outrageous fate.  

There is no heaven or hell – there is no sky fairy to influence the outcome of the football game.  

  

At some point as you age you need to reset priorities and find a new god.

MY GOD IS DEFINITELY THE GOD OF TITS AND WINE.

the Ol’Buzzard